"I'm not interested in what you think I should know." There's a warning edge to his voice, though it's restrained, only the slightest ripple against nonchalance. It goes without saying that he understands those risks. (Understands, yes, but has he moved past bare understanding in this case? Has he listened to any of the warning bells this boy sets off? He shouldn't be standing here, but never mind that. He knows what he's doing. He knows.) He tells himself they don't weigh so heavily in this case. Tells himself the boy could be a Whaler worth the risk. (Only that's wrong, too. Daud's never been a man to take unnecessary risks. There's nothing that can justify this. Maybe. Maybe.)
"Every one of my assassins carries their past like a wound. Don't think you're the only risk I've taken."
It's so easy to say (never mind the warning twinge at the back of his neck). He speaks and holds himself with confidence. Never mind that there's a difference between a carefully calculated risk and a knowingly dangerous leap. Never mind that he has plenty of assassins as it is, that this new recruit is perhaps uncalled-for as well as potentially perilous.
"You'll be watched around the clock. Your actions monitored and reported to me. I don't intend to let you roam free until you've proven yourself."
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"Every one of my assassins carries their past like a wound. Don't think you're the only risk I've taken."
It's so easy to say (never mind the warning twinge at the back of his neck). He speaks and holds himself with confidence. Never mind that there's a difference between a carefully calculated risk and a knowingly dangerous leap. Never mind that he has plenty of assassins as it is, that this new recruit is perhaps uncalled-for as well as potentially perilous.
"You'll be watched around the clock. Your actions monitored and reported to me. I don't intend to let you roam free until you've proven yourself."